Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 88 of 92
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90 SALOUEN, THE CHEROKEE. 2 @ a great and war-like people, Then the English get very angry, and they sen@ a big army, with a good general, and the In- dians are so badly beaten that they Can fight no more. It is always the way, Moawee. The red-men can not stand before - the white men.” _— ra My sister speaks truth, and therefore they should try to live in peace, It makes my heart sore to hear that my people have been killed, and that their country is being ruined; but * they ought not to have made war upon the English: ‘Atta- kulla told them so, and he is very wise. He told them what the end would be.” “T have expected this for a long time, Moawee. If I had not expected it, I could not have lived, for I should have had no hope of returning to my friends. The war is ended now, I think, and my brother and Warren Stafford will search for me, and will take me home, if they Konr “me; cel that it will not be easy for them to me.” “ The White Rose need not be about that. a is peace, Attakulla will do as he has promised, and: er to her own country. Then her sister will be sous, and fentgoe will be very sad.” Fet* he _ “You must go with me, Moawee, Tellikee will be more happy i in the forest, and among the young men of his na- — tion.” A very unsentimental grunt from ees was leaning sadly against the walled entrance of the cavern, interrupted the colloquy. “IT smell a smoke; it is the smoke of tobacco,” he said, as he stepped forward and snuffed the air that came up from the — valley. _ The scent, which was imperceptible even to the delicate nerves of Hetty, became more apparent to the practiced sense of the young Indian, who stood near the edge of the rock, and gazed earnestly down into the valley. Soon he uttered a slight exclamation, and called to Hetty. “ Let the White Rose look,” said he. “ There are English- men i the valley, and Attakulla is with them.” Hetty hastened to look in the,direction that was pointed ‘out by the finger of the Indian, and directly she burst into tears of joy. _ - a ES, oe ¥ Somucbopkegeom eo 7